A Wish to Grab Happiness

In front of the main gate of the prison Bella, Vestalinu turns to me and points his lips. Several emotions, which would be indescribable no matter how many words spent, seemed to live together in that expression.

She has an honest and honest personality, but it seemed like it was in a bad direction now.

"... it's not a sanity shack, such as you strike one. In this, it's like letting life paint itself into mud. Wouldn't your body be healing?"

Her mouth finally found the words and said so. The voice color is as if dissatisfaction and outrage are simmering.

They'll say terrible things. Since the Commander himself wants to gain time by exposing his life to the eyes of his enemies, could he give me one or two encouragement?

Apart from whether the act is good or bad. What, I'm used to letting my life paint mud. I want you to feel safe.

Vestallinu then overlapped a few words, but still seemed to be lacking. Perhaps it's not something like that that would fit if you spit something out.

Unfortunately, I can't keep hearing more than that. I wanted to keep waiting for reinforcements if I could.

"The blood has stopped already. It's too much for me."

I stroke the spot gently seeped with blood with my fingers as I wipe the snow from my dark green military uniform. The wound itself is still there, but there was no more blood flowing. The anomaly is creepy, but at the same time comforting. I had doubts that I would be able to return to a serious body after all.

Cold air enters the nostrils. My throat rang small. Grasp your finger gently.

I said enough with my mouth, but I'm not clearly strong enough. I have the feeling that much of my body has been lost.

How much can you move after fulfilling it?

At this time, I didn't even have as much room for one hand. No, I can't afford it all the time. More than ever, everything is missing.

Are you hostile to that woman to this extent? When I think about it, my fear comes up from the bottom of my heel.

Vestalinu and so opened his mouth to tell himself.

"This is war, Vesterine. Wait till the wounds are healed. You can't tell your enemies. If you have enemies at any time, you just have to do what you have to do."

The mercenary princess would know, and so she went on. Vestallinu says, letting his lips pull up, as if to stare at me. The words received were blurred by the cold of death and snow.

"If he dies, I grieve. With my sister, I resent you very, very much. That's how you spend your whole life."

Oddly enough, it's a caged voice of heat. Give me a break. Kalia or Fialert. Then there is. I've had enough of that noise.

I did not reply to such blackmailed and stained words of Vestalinu. Just wave your arms gently towards the back and step forward.

What, she'll do a good job later. I know enough to be a much more clever and good person than I am.

Is it because of your education as a nobleman? In terms of the military commander, Vestalinu had enough action and knowledge to keep him under the mercenary's command.

If it is, even if I have reached a foolish end in front of the enemy general. That should carry things well. I believe so.

A purple-electric treasure sword swayed at his waist, twitching like a hissing. The look was as if I had a hunch about something.

The main gate of the prison opens its mouth slightly with a groan. At the end of her sight, in the white covered by death and snow, the woman was there.

That figure of getting off the horse and waiting for this one is the grand hero himself everywhere. Magic armor based on the herd blue color is well visible.

I suppose so. That is an indisputable hero. Once upon a time, it was because she was there that the Garrist kingdom had long connected its roots.

- Valerie-Brightness. A woman once only demons could kill. A woman only demons could kill.

If it was possible, I didn't want to be hostile. No, it's more like someone I never dreamed I'd be hostile to. You don't have to think about it, your experience on the battlefield and your skill will outweigh me.

But you can't defeat them in vain. That's an insult to me and those who believe in me. It is an act of spitting on those who have surmounted.

Oh, I hate that much. Whatever you put aside, I don't like it.

I chewed the word, behind my chest.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

There was no starting word for that one hit.

Perhaps at the time they stood where they were, they understood each other that was a signal. Nothing to say. I pull out the treasure sword, and Valerie brightens her eyes like a prick from her magic armor.

Thus, in the next moment, a swarm of blue magic armor was running through a sea of white snow. At the same time, the gain is wielded with a clear intent to kill and just the power to form it.

What the watchman Valerie wields is not an iron sword. In one of them, it is not suitable to deal with a large number of demons. If it's not a horse spear that a knight specializes in, it's not like a war axe or a dark vessel. They are just too delicate in front of a bunch of demons.

Whether she needs them or not, she will use them as much as she needs them. Not now.

There's only one thing Valerie deals with. Magic armor itself. So what she wields is her own body.

Originally, armor is not a weapon, it's just armor that protects the weak skin of humans. But I hear it's an exception to all sorcery armor.

I don't know much about boulders, but they're better than all weapons and better than all kinds of protective equipment. Of course, it's all just hearsay.

But still, it was easy to imagine what she had done with that boneless armor.

They've crushed everything from the clogged Warcraft skull to the spine. Just even. I guess that's possible for that magic armor.

That's how now, that foolish intent to kill and the martial arts are on Valerie's right fist, pressing me not to smash my life itself.

A twirling scare rushed through my spine quickly. I think it would even be better if they poked the blade at me.

I reflexively drove my hips, rang my ankles and aligned the treasure sword to its orbit. It plays Valerie's fist and swings straight to slash his neck. Purple electricity draws a line with the roar and devours the herd blue.

The path to be drawn is clearly visible in the eyes. In front of me, the treasure sword and magic armor joined.

- At the same time, a loud hole sounded in the space. They are the undisputed collision sound of power and power.

Sparks scatter over the snow, brilliantly coloring through the white. It's a few degrees.

The treasure sword does not make it possible to play out enemy fists. No, on the contrary, it was completely accepted. It's not like I can push it in.

When the neck muscle is poppy. At the end of the day, die. To rebuild his posture, he pulled his sword tip aggressively. That's how you jump behind your back with the kind of momentum that kicks your opponent up.

At that point, however, Valerie is ready to rotate her hips and fire a second blow. It turned slightly toward me, as if to shake off a storm.

Moments, the sky explodes. The ends of the cheekmeat were shredded and the blood and flesh covered the dead snow. Cramps as if your teeth were paralyzed. If my fist had slipped for the next step, I understood that that chopped cheek meat was my skull itself.

But it's no longer even given to me while I'm at ease. Apparently Valerie was of such an unacceptable character.

Inside the apnea, the third shot is already gripped. I can't afford to make any kind of mistake. I'm not ready to take it either. That's how Valerie's right fist is clearly aimed at my steeple.

Valerie's movements are all clever and that's how fast. Everything was filled with breathtaking sophistication. Perhaps I'm just as swinging as she thinks I am.

Understand again. I don't want a long fight, physically or technically. Then I will surely be defeated.

If so, I'll have to snap my neck in the next swing. My chances of winning are clogged. That moment is less than a second.

What, it's past enough.

Reflectively drive your hips, tighten your armpits and squeeze your arms. That's how he took the treasure sword pattern and bounced Valerie's right fist off the side of him.

At the same time, meat called whole body meat jumps up screaming. The bones were screaming so hard that even the heat on the battlefield could not be covered and hidden.

Oh, I hope you don't mind. If you could play Valerie's fist, it would be an extra feat if my whole body was smashed.

Grasp the treasure sword with full force as you invest in your fingertips that have lost even your senses anymore. That's how I waved violet electricity without any breathing.

Speak of magic armor. There is always more to it than it is armor. The neck muscle, one of them. It is a junction, but therefore cannot be made robust. Smash it, but I'll kill it. Kill him with his neck strapped.

At the same time, I tried to overlap my will, and I did hear them.

- Here, just die. The enemies of my country.

There was a wind cut in my ear.